The Gate of Ninth Nether has completely disappeared!
The demons of Ninth Nether also dissipated!
Ren Feifan was gasping heavily!
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Old Qiao's lips: "Kid, although I'm taking advantage of the situation, so what! The Hidden Gate and Pilgrimage Mountain only differ in strength! Hand over what you got from the Battlefield of the Chosen, and I'll grant you a swift death!"
Ren Feifan raised his head, his eyes cold.
Today, madness is destined.
"If I hand it over, you'll give me a swift death?"
"Yes." Old Qiao's lips curved into a smile.
He thought that his opponent had compromised.
Ren Feifan chuckled coldly and shouted, "What do you amount to? Get lost!"
Old Qiao was utterly enraged, a fierce gale arose, and strong energy formed into a longsword, directly heading towards Ren Feifan!
Ren Feifan couldn't afford to hold anything back; he had another card up his sleeve!
Facing this top-tier expert, he had no choice!
